Only A Sunflower (Old Version)

Trial Morning

I blinked tiredly. I had less than three hours of sleep. Damn insomnia. I got out of bed and glanced around my room. A piece of printer paper was taped to the inside of my locked window. Huh. They came back. I pulled the paper from the glass. A typed note awaited on its surface.
It read,
My love,
I must say you had me fooled, I truly believed you were sleeping. Did you stay awake for the chance to meet me? I did not think so. Your anxiety produced insomnia was acting up, da? Well, I'm flattered anyway. I suppose I should be mad at how you greeted me, but I am proud that you are a great actor and a fighter. While I regret having to push you you away, and temporary blind you, it is not time for us to meet. Did I cause you pain? I am sorry. I hope you got some rest. I hope the trial goes well today. I will see you there. Remember, I will take justice into my own hands should the law fail you.
See you then,
Admirer
That's right. If the court doesn't sentence him, my admirer will. My mind began to wander to the earlier incident. I think it was a guy, at least when I tackled them they felt like a dude. They smelled like snow. Then again I live in a land of snow. I looked at the clock, 8:00. Fuck I slept in! I scrambled out of bed and got dressed. I grabbed my purse as I jumped down the stairs. I made myself a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat. It takes nearly an hour by bus to reach the courthouse. I placed my now empty bowl in the sink and dashed out the door. I barely remembered to lock it in my rush to reach the bus. I arrived out of breath, just before the bus left. I climbed aboard and sat down, wheezing slightly. A woman sat down next to me. "What are you running from," she asked. I shook my head, "Not from, to. I woke up late and need the bus for travel." "Oh, he won't let you have a car, huh," she murmured sadly. "What," I asked. "Sweetie," she said, "you're safe. I can help you get away. Just say the word."  "Wait, what," I looked at her confused, "what are you talking about?" She showed me her phone, there on Instagram was a picture of me from yesterday, with the caption, 'She said it's from work. I think that's a lie. Hiding abuse?'  THE GIRL ON THE BUS YESTERDAY. DAMN IT. I sighed, "I didn't lie, the injuries are from work. I am not being abused. And if I knew how to contact the girl who posted that I'd ask her to remove it." The woman winced, "It's kinda too late for that." "Why," my eyes narrowed. "It's been on the news," she whispered. I blinked owlishly. She clicked a picture from our local news station. The Instagram post next to the newscaster. My mouth went dry. I swallowed, "When did this show?" "This morning, 8 o'clock news," she admitted.  I sighed, "I'll find a way to clear this up." She smiled sadly. The bus pulled up in front of the courthouse. I climbed off, and jogged to  the entrance. The clock read 8:55.